Gwynnever - Queen of Camelot

Chapter 6

The morning after, Arthur had an early call to train some recluses and as he headed to the field in advanced because he liked to prepare the battle field and think what to train his guards on, she was there. Stretching and doing what looked like meditation, not noticing him. He stood there staring at the perfect movements and quick moves she made, thinking to himself, not even in 20 years of training he could learn to do what she was doing.

"You like what you see?" she inquired as she bent on her toes showing Arthur a beautiful and terribly tempting behind. She suddenly raised and moved toward him, pulling a tissue out of her sleeve and throwing it to his chest.

"You are drooling:" she joked but when he cleaned his mouth, noticed she was telling the truth and gulped loudly.

"You are very good. Where did you learn that?" the king demanded and she lifted a very stretchy leg to the side of her face.

"Through a very strict training that lasted 15 years. Do you want me to teach you?" she inquired and Arthur shook his head, he wouldn't be able to became so... bandy.

"I was just curious." She stretched again before stopping with hands linked to her chest, as if she was praying. He came closer and dared to touch her, she shivered ever so slightly as he tucked her braid under the helmet. She was wearing some torn man clothes and the helmet; it was a weird sight but she was still very careful and rightfully so.

Her hair were so soft. So silky, like he resisted the urge to brush his fingers on it and was very careful not to let his fingers on her neck. But he hesitated and as she moved back, probably distracted by his presence, she stumbled on his chest causing him to reach for her hips to stabilize her.

"I haven't eat yet." She explained and he believed her, partially. He was very busy inhaling her lilium scent to care.

"You should go and eat then. I have some training to do." He insisted but didn't let her go and if he didn't, she couldn't move. Or better, she could but didn't.

He dared to move his thumb up and touched her skin feeling something very devastating raising inside of him. Just like that, Gwen reached for his wrist and threw him to the ground with a perfect thrust, causing him to hit his already sore back.

"Goddamit." She heard him say and straightened up immediately.

"I'm so sorry, sire." She excused herself. It was an instinctive reaction. "I didn't mean to..." Arthur coughed standing up when he noticed a clap of hands coming from Lancelot and a little crowd of young soldier wanna be that had formed.

He quickly jumped on his feet and offered his hand to Gwen which she gently took it. "And this guys, is how you knock your enemy out." He tried to save the already clear situation but found a very kind Gwen who nodded and bowed her head very charmingly to thank him.

"Would you like to give them a demonstration?" He asked Gwen and he could sense she tensed; afraid she might hurt someone.

"What do we bet?" she wanted to know as she moved toward a series of boxes containing all kinds of weapons. "I want to make it interesting." Arthur's eyes were shimmering at the imminent fight. He was never so excited to duel with somebody. But with a huntress such as Gwen, it should be fun.

"What do you desire?" Gwen pondered a long knife rotating it so that the blade pressed against her forearm.

"A little house for myself." Arthur was surprised by the unusual request. The common answers were money or a horse. She wanted a place where she could hide in peace.

"Done." Arthur gestured for Safair to move forward. "Set the targets."

Once everything was in order, Gwen was given a bow and a quiver. She prepared her weapon and let it rest on her knees waiting for the order.